Chapter 9
The guys had the continental breakfast at the motel lobby. Dylan was sort of afraid to venture to the restaurant in a vehicle. The snow was a few inches deep, but far more than he or Kimo were accustomed to, and besides, the police warned people to stay off the roads unless there was an urgency. They didn’t consider breakfast an urgency.
They sat close, side by side, feeding each other food.
Noah stopped by their table. “Good morning, Kimo, Dylan. I hope you slept well. The storm is still going, but should stop by this afternoon. The road is still blocked south of here. If you want, you can go inland to Highway Five and go south, but you’ll have to cut back westbound somewhere, depending on destinations.”
Kimo leaned into Dylan and kissed his lips, slow and gentle. “Thanks, N
